Текст песни Гора Нагибин - Деревня Шаманиха

I can't die here
In this wilderness singing
Under the green of birch thicket
Berries do not collect

I do not live here
Do not brag to anyone for years
Do not be timid and not hooligans
And not having met not stop loving

Blackened slanting village
Rassyasya bent the fence
On the endless fields of pattern
Outlined the veil of vespers

I heard in the evenings
From melancholy light up the windows
So still someone lives there
On the other side of the roll

Along the road are empty pillars
Noise and boil the wise crows
Black bales and rolls
Strip last year's mowing